As with many weekend trips, something always tends to happen; sometimes large, sometimes small, and for Americans, always considered to be first world problems.
Imagine, if you will, a weekend trip that turns out unexpectedly delightful.
- The drive; perfect.
- The event; perfect.
- The weather; perfect.
- The venue; perfect.
- The sense of belonging; perfect and heartfelt.
It sounds almost too good to be true, right?
But it was true for us.
We have some dear friends that moved away from here several years ago.
We have managed to keep in touch.
When they left, they had six children; now there are twelve.
The event was the wedding of the second oldest son.
This is the third wedding we’ve been to for our friend’s family.
We look forward to at least nine more weddings, and all the subsequent babies that come along with the territory.
In this post, I will not share photos of the family, (well maybe one) but I want to share some of the venue.
You have to understand, we live in the country.
We know what “quiet” is.
This place was not only quiet, but carried with it a serenity that most people search a life time for.
Just a few photos for the blog, and then I prepared a short video to share the venue.
I hope the sense of peace and serenity will prevail as you watch and listen.